Beauty Salon Short Story

I will always have the feeling of regret that I am a female every time I decide to visit the beauty salon because my brain will definitely switch to its default engine giving the feeling of being an unfortunate, hapless, and even a cursed girl. That is, I know for sure that firstly I will not find an appropriate place to park my car since the saloon I tend to go to, do not have enough parking. Furthermore, things would get even worst the moment I step into the salon, where some women have their young minister with them, and which I deep inside feel that they only came to disturb me with their mean laughs, their bothersome cries, and not to mention how dirty, and nonhuman they look with their revolting faces all covered with chocolate. Moreover, I really get pissed off from the huge number of stupid females who have nothing to do with their lives except getting polished, and who came here to get their eyebrows fixed or hair treated, I feel that they are rude because they really want to do that before me while I have so much work to do, and really need to finish as soon as possible.

That is not the only case where I feel that am the centre of the world because my natural default engine works significantly, and every day while heading to Texas A&M in the education city, and then back home. The struggle is always the same even if the people are different because, in a way or another, they are all there to cause horror and stress to me while